Reflections on Aging, Love and Letting Go

There I was, quietly sobbing on a plane. Exit row. No one beside me. Just a pile of damp Kleenex and the blur of tears clouding my view out the window. I had just finished “When Cranes Fly South” on my flight home from visiting my son and his fiancée. It’s a tender,...

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